The week before Thanksgiving our memory verse was Psalm 100:3.
“Know that the Lord, he is God! It is He who made us and we are His;
we are His people, and the sheep of his pasture.”
The next week we cancelled school and instead used the time to memorize the rest of the Psalm in it’s blessedly brief entirety, verse 4 being particularly timely.
“Enter His gates with Thanksgiving and His courts with praise!
Give thanks to Him and bless His name!”
But the part that really hit home with me was Psalm 100:1.
“Make a joyful noise to the Lord all the earth!”
I suppose this really “struck a chord” because the boys have recently started bagpipe lessons. Now I’ve never considered bagpipes a “joyful” kind of instrument, just kind of “noiseful.” But a neighbor of ours happens to play the pipes and we’ve thoroughly enjoyed our little concerts on the beach. So when he offered to teach the boys and even ordered them a practice chanter straight from Glasgow we jumped at the opportunity to learn something new.
10, even 5 years ago, I never imagined my children would be learning to play the bagpipes, nor that they would pick up the instrument in Hawaii of all places. Before moving here I had visions of those delightfully refined chamber orchestras made up entirely of siblings from the same family. You know the ones- the oldest boy standing straight and tall behind a string bass while his graceful sisters hug a harp or cello and all the younger ones hold up violins of varying sizes. That’s exactly the kind of family I envisioned.
But I got a whole passel of boys and a one-way ticket to Hawaii. And then I got another boy and an Ukulele for each of them. And then none of them really cared to learn to play one, which in Hawaii is a bit like a Brazilian not caring about soccer.
Then God led me to our neighbor, Linda’s place where I spied a piano- quite a rarity in the islands. Turns out she had given lessons for decades before retiring here and she offered to teach the boys if we got a keyboard to practice on. For months I prayed that the Lord would provide a keyboard for us and of course, He did! Only Titus and Nathan were interested in lessons though, and having learned from the whole Ukelele endeavor that you can’t force an instrument on kids I settled for a slightly smaller talent pool. But after spending a year in the recital audience Joel and Sam decided it would be much more fun getting all the applause than giving it. So now dear, gracious Linda has all 4 boys under her tutelage and they are flying through their books.
My friends, just imagine for a second how at any given time I have the joy of hearing in our little condo a bagpipe chanter, keyboard, or ukelele often all at the same time.
Oh, and did I mention they can also sing? Our entire bass and tenor section was absent from choir for a couple weeks so I volunteered Tom and the boys to fill in (if there’s one thing I can provide when called upon, it’s “man”power). I thought you might enjoy hearing the vocal talents of our two youngest choir members.
Yes. Mine is indeed a noiseful joy.